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"It got a little wild, didn't it?"
"Those are the ones worth the price," he said. "Tell JD, I'm sorry I didn't get to take her up on the game of poker."
"There's always tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Candy."
"Goodnight, Jon."
He paused with his hand on the doorknob.
"What is it?" Candace asked.
"I can't wait to see him," he said. "Lucas."
Candace's breath caught. "Jon."
He smiled, then winked. "Pancakes."
"I promise."
Candace watched him close the door and closed her eyes. "Pancakes," she whispered.
Chapter
Seven
Wednesday Morning
Michelle wandered into the kitchen to find Brody and JJ bent over coloring books at the table, crayons scattered like confetti. At the counter, Candace reached for a mixing bowl.
“Are you really making pancakes?” Michelle asked.
“A bet is a bet,” Candace replied, setting the bowl down with a soft thud. “Your father always made good on his bets. He won.”
“You didn’t actually bet him.”
Candace smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect us to flip that seat, so it’s close enough in my book. Maybe he was our good luck charm.” She poured coffee into a mug, slid it across to Michelle, and then sat down across from her.
“Is everyone else still asleep?” Michelle asked.
“Jameson and Jonah took Spencer and Cooper out to the barn.”
Michelle raised an eyebrow. “For?”
“Jameson has ideas about turning it into a guest house.”
“Are you serious?”
Candace sipped her coffee and shrugged.
“In her spare time?”
A laugh escaped Candace. “I don’t think she expects to finish it anytime soon, Shell.”
Michelle studied her mother for a moment, then set her cup down. “Mom?”
“Hmm?”
